The Arrival of Úin Hilvattaar

On a late spring day some two-and-fifty years ago, the one called Kebret wandered his way into a sunlit cavern in a mountain east of town. In those days of course, few knew him by that name. Instead, most simply called him by the moniker Úin Hilvattaar, “magic half-elf.” As the half-elven Kebret trod upon the mossy stones and searched within the musty passages, he uncovered an old statue of bronze. This giant being, in the form of a dwarf had clearly sat in isolation for a very long time. Though it could not respond, he spoke to it as a friend. Though it did not awake, he brushed its cold countenance with a knowing hand. For many long hours Kebret toiled in that dim place, seeking to know the secrets which once gave life to the guardian. After several days remaining in that place, Kebret finally emerged, a small parcel bundled in hand. For the next several weeks, he was spotted returning to that same old mountain, and each time he would return with another such bundle. After that, he disappeared into his tower. Hanur saw her full face and her darkness again before he emerged, but when he did on the night that Galgadr was highest overhead, there walked a large figure behind him. Since that day, Fenmoss-town has been guarded not just by its palisades, earthworks, and spears of the fyrd. Indeed a trio of mighty bronzen guardians roam the streets and walls, gleaming in the sun and slowly taking on a patina in the rain. Theirs is the task of keeping the people safe, tirelessly, ceaselessly, and as long as the town shall prosper. These, however, are not quite the same as that original automation of old. That creature now slumbers or wakes somewhere deep in the restful darkened places of Kebret's tower. Its watch is ended, and those who still walk are just as strong yet more nimble with youth. It is said, though, that they possess a certain fondness for bending down to be patted lightly on the head. If you see one, perhaps ask Kebret whether this is true before attempting the act…